Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Chapter Warning: Violence.
Chapter One
Roxas was so glad when the last bell of the school year rang. It meant he was free, free from all of the name-calliing, being shoved into lockers, and overall harrasment and torture.
But he knew Seifer would get one last kick out of him before he could joyfully leave the school building.
As he was walking out of class-more like being pushed and shoved instead of actually walking out of the classroom- Roxas had a surprise waiting for him at his locker.
Seifer Strife.
He morbidly knew something was going to happen before he even approached his locker. Something always did happen.
But he had to get all of his things before he finally left for summer break. This event was inevitable.
Everything about his life was inevitable. He knew everyday what was to come within the next day, and the day after that.
Roxas Hikari was set out for a life of punishment and pain. All for being himself.
As he approached the red and grey wall of lockers, he panicked. What was Seifer to do this time? It had to be something more extreme than all of the other incidents, since it was the last day of school.
And he was right.
Before he could even get the combination on his lock down, Seifer came up behind him and bashed his head into the steel. Roxas fell to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. But he knew very well to not scream or shout, to resist, for that just provoked his attacker more.
Seifer then proceeded to kick him in the head, hard, and several times. Then he kicked him in the stomach, then in the head some more. Finally, after being called a dyke and a tranny so many times, Seifer stopped, and walked away.
Roxas could hardly stand up. His vision was blurred, everything around him seemed to spin and tilt. He felt naseous, and wanted to vomit his guts out. He wanted to just sit down and cry his eyes out. But he was a guy, right? Guys don't do things like that?
Roxas hated himself. So so much.
Eventually, he made his way outside, where his best friends Hayner, Pence, and Olette where waiting. They ran over to him with worried-stricken faces.
"Roxas, what happened? Are you okay?" Hayner asked, putting a hand on Roxas' shoulder.
"I'll...be fine." He managed to put a small smile on his face.
"Do you need to go to a hospital?" Pence asked the young blonde.
"Seriously, I'll be fine. This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Let's just go to the Usual Spot, okay?" Roxas demanded. He didn't want anyone to worry about him. It was just a waste of time.
His friends decided to listen to him. Now that it was summer, nothing like this would happen for the next few months. Right? They could all just relax and have fun, maybe even go to the beach. They had been wanting to do that for a while, and it would be nice to get away.
Once they arrived at the Usual Spot, something didn't seem quite right. Like there was something Roxas had to do, or someone to meet.
"Hey, you guys go on without me. I'm feeling really tired anyways." But really he wanted to see what was about to happen, if anything.
"Okay, we'll see you later. Be safe, okay?" And with that, he walked off in the direction to his house, past all of the shops.
Once Roxas passed the Moogle Cafe, something caught his attention.
There was a very tall, lanky guy with spiky fire-red hair. And those eyes. They shined as bright as a glimmering green sea, or like bright emeralds. But they were amazing. And under each eye he had upside-down, purple triangle tattoos. Huh. And he was all dressed in black. Black leather jacket, black ripped-skinny jeans, black Doc Martens. But it was summer out. How could he survive in the heat?
Roxas wanted to get to know him, but he was very socially awkward. How was he suppose to approach this interesting-looking man? Interesting-looking, to say the least.
Roxas approached the Cafe, the door making a ringing noise as he opened it. He sat down at a nearby table, waiting for the spiky red haired dude to sit down somewhere near him. Then he would get up and introduce himself.
If only it were that simple.
The said man eventually got his order and sat at a booth by a window. Roxas followed him. This wasn't like him, though. But he really, really wanted to get to know this guy. Just by his appearance was he interesting. And also very attractive.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked.
"Sure, go right ahead." The red head took a bite of his sandwhich.
"What's your name?" Roxas asked. He hated he had to ask so many questions before he got to know the guy. But a name was very important.
"Axel. What about you?"
"My name's Roxas." At this, he smiled. He loved his name. He got to pick it out himself. It fit him, his personality.
Axel smirked, "Haha, alright, Roxie."
No, anything but that. He hated that name. He dread it.
"Um, it's Roxas." He corrected Axel.
"I like Roxie better." Axel still had that smirk on his face.
But that smirk, Roxas liked it. It was enticing in a way. It made him want to get to know this person better. He didn't want him to be a stranger.
"What if I called you Ax?" He asked, wanting to give him a nickname, just like he had given him a nickname.
"My name's Axel, kid." Kid? Who did this guy this he was?
"Heh, don't call me that." Roxas glared.
"I'll call you whatever I want, Roxie." He stated.
"Man, you have a lot of balls for just meeting me." Roxas also stated.
"Hey, you're the one who came over here." Axel went back and forth.
"That's because I think you're an interesting person."
"Interesting? You don't know the half of it, kid." Axel took another bite of his sandwhich.
"Then maybe we should get to know each other." Roxas declared.
"Maybe we should. Here's my number," Axel got out a pen and a piece of paper out of his deep pockets, and scribbled down digits, hardly legible, "Call me sometime." And with that, he got up and left.
Roxas blushed, imagining all the possible wonders him and Axel could have together.
It would be a long summer.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I will be updating often. Reviews would be awesome!
